Bells Ring

“MEMORIES ARE WONDERFUL THINGS IF YOU DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE PAST” – Celine, Before Sunset

Where am I? I’m here. Right where you left me. I’m the girl in the corner whose got something to say. But no-ones listening. She’s callus to the point of self-defense. Cynical to the point of diversion. Once infuriated, silently stewing, kicking herself. Scorning mediocrity. I’m the poster girl.

And I all I can say is “fuck this”. Incapable of dealing with Reality. Escapism is key to coping. Immersion in fictions. Erasion of fact.

Nostalgia for bygone days swathed in a rose tinted shroud. Sometimes it hurts. A dull pang. It can be distracting. Wishful thinking can be cruel.

So.

I’m the girl in the corner. Holding a cup of coffee or perhaps watered down scotch. Dousing the fire. Trying to write. Unable to. Unwilling to. Too tired. Too bored. Too scared.

So.

I’m still here. Where are you?

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